Song for Baby-O, Unborn

Poem By Diane di Prima

Sweetheart
when you break thru
you'll find
a poet here
not quite what one would choose.

I won't promise
you'll never go hungry
or that you won't be sad
on this gutted
breaking
globe

but I can show you
baby
enough to love
to break your heart
forever

Comments about Song for Baby-O, Unborn

Mothers love is incomparable. We dream of our babies and how we are going to take care even before we become mothers. it is sweet.
excellent demonstration....it's a beautiful song...Iove it.
A thought of mothers from the beginning of time. Thanks, Diane


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